Psssshbh A Bitch Can Dream (BB X Modern!OC)

Chapter 82

The desk was knocked over, chair was across the room, jars were broken on the floor

And the silverette was panting as he stood in the middle of it

He took a deep breath, combing his hair with his fingers "..My poor Little One. I hope you're alright.." His face fell as he thought back to the short girl, his looks turning sour as he remembered the tears that fell on his hand

The door to his Parlor opened suddenly. He didnt know why, its was at least eleven or twelve at Night!

"Ay! Undertaker, Big Man, Big Dog!"

The Male had a smile on his face until a blade was placed in front of his throat, close to scraping his skin. He gulped and looked up, shaking once he saw Undertaker's eyes glaring into his, practically glowing in the dark

"I should've croaked you when I had the chance"

Tucker backed away further as Undertaker brought up the Scythe. Tucker looked back to him "Put that thing away, ok! Look, I'm just here to check on you, make sure you're ok--"

"Does this looks 'ok' to you, Tucker?"

Tucker began to look around the dimly lit room while Undertaker brought his Scythe back down. The place was trashed. It looked like some five year just walked in and did their thing, breaking anything it saw "Damn.."

Undertaker turned away from Tucker, walking back to his desk "'Ok'....I know how I can be 'ok'"

Tucker glanced at him "And how is that?"

The silverette turned his head to the albino

"How much do you know about her?"

Tucker looked down, coughing into his palm "Like...I was close to fucking her once, so-Ay! Hey! Put the Scythe thing down!" Undertaker glared at Tucker, that glow coming back to his eyes

"You didn't do it yet but I can still stop it.."

The silverette hummed and looked down "..Having such relations would be a dangerous action when you remember all the others surrounding her. But," He smiled "Well..."

"I suppose it would be fun"

He then narrowed his eyes and looked to his back door

Something was off

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Ronald, Cheyenne, Othello and Grell stood in the Lab. Some of the Reapers would give them suspicious looks and some didn't seem to care for what they were doing

Othello rubbed his chin "So, you're saying, this thing.." He held up her Phone "Hasn't dropped a percentage once?"

Cheyenne nodded "Exactly that. Ever since I came here, it's been on one hundred and stayed like that for Months. I don't have anything to charge it with, same with my earbuds. All my cords and stuff didn't come with me" Othello looked back to the Phone, marveled by the technology, but was stuck trying to focus on the matter at hand.

Grell filed his nails as he stood on her right "What exactly does that mean? It's just a device" Othello glared at him "Hey! No nail stuff in my Lab!" Grell scoffed at him while Ronald crossed his arms "It is one of the few things she has with her from wherever she's from"

Cheyenne looked back to her Phone "It didn't do anything. It just stayed on one hundred. It didn't change till---The fight.."

Othello looked over to her "Its as if it took damage as soon as it happened"